why are all the WW2 vets dying before i can talk to them
The short answer is:
"Because they are old and it is their time to go." And the question that pops into my mind is:
"Why are you not talking to them before they go?"
I'm kinda new here, and my intention is not to offend anyone this early in the game (
there's plenty of time for that ) nonetheless, I feel like I will risk it, and respond to this posting because I asked myself that same question in the late '70s about WW1 vets as their obits showed up more and more often in the paper. (Olden days...before internet.)
Consider this: Even though it is true that WW2 vets are dying before you talk to them, the other side of that truth is that
you have been choosing to not act before they pass. The ones who are left are not hanging about waiting for you/me/us to work up the gumption to talk to them, they are simply living out their allotted time. It is up to us to take the initiative if we want to hear their stories. They have valuable things to offer, and believe it or not we probably have something to give them in return. (Keep reading and you'll see what I mean.)
Back then, I noticed after awhile that
I was becoming annoyed at them for dying before
I was ready/willing to seek them out. They
could have been more considerate and hung around a bit longer until I got my courage up, dammit!
Truth be told, I was reluctant to approach WW1 vets back then, and it was because I was afraid of imposing on them, thinking I might offend them, or it might bring back memories they didn't want stirred up, or I was only going to be taking from them, not giving anything in return; and since I was just a callous young pilot there would be nothing much about me that would appeal to them.
It took awhile, but seeing how silly the framework of being annoyed with them actually was, when it was really just MY lack of action, it allowed me to open myself to the possibility of seeking some of them out. My only regret today is that I didn't connect with more of them sooner - they are
all gone now.
As it happened, at the time, I was involved with a local newspaper and was assigned to interview a couple of Sopwith Camel (ex-Royal Flying Corps) pilots. Even though remnants of the fears remained, I saw it as a decent excuse to knock on their doors. At least I had an
"official" reason as a reporter, and if I was rejected, well... I was used to having folks not like reporters, so I wouldn't have to take it as a personal rejection.
Afterward, it surprised me how much they were willing to share. They showed me pictures, log books, memorabilia, all kinds of fascinating stuff. It surprised me even more when, from their respective wives, I learned that they loved that someone like me (young and callous) was interested in what they had done, and was actually interested in hearing old men tell their stories. It seemed that (not that uncommon) family members, their children particularly, had little interest in hearing "dad's" stories, and for a young person (to them) to be interested enough to listen was a great treat for them.
For me, I was so honored to be able to listen to them that it never occurred to me I might be giving them something in return.
My dad is a WW2 and Korea vet. I grew up as an army brat around him and his comrades, pretty much all veterans, and I didn't pay much attention to them when I was younger. Now I go out of my way to listen and honor them. They are in their 80's and their obits are showing up pretty regularly these days. They do not last forever, as evidenced by this thread.
If you don't want to be beating yourself up in 20 years (like I did) start talking to them now... they won't be waiting around too much longer for you to find the right time. No matter where you live there are veterans nearby.
And with that, I not only salute the ones who have passed, but those who are still with us.
Kerry